I believe in tattoos. The beauty that in these forms of art one’s person can
describe who they truly are as an individual. A person’s personality, love, hatred and
bliss. Their past and their future. Symbolic representation printed permanently to their
body, showing the world who they were and now are. Tattoos are not just for gangs and
underworld individuals. It is now much more widely spread upon our civilization. It is a
brotherhood of expression. Who I am, the people I relate myself to and the decisions I
make in my life.
The art in discovering once self. With every new tattoo it is accompanied by
a story or event in my life. As a human body pushes through life it accumulates its
history with scars, tainting its once fresh canvas with refreshing and bitter pieces of my
life story. I was never truly into tattoos in my adolescent years. However I always been
infatuated with official fighting. I drew through my experiences with passion. However
there was one fighter I drew personal satisfaction in viewing. Rampage Jackson, one of
the fiercest competitors I have ever enjoyed viewing. Threw watching a self biography
of Rampage I grew to view similar characteristics in ourselves. The inner beast and self
taming. Rampage once said “I am a beast, a wolf and a fighter. To mark myself as this
is not me.” I respect Rampages idea on this particular tattoo, however this is me. I
may not be the only admirer of tattoos. Tattoos are my generation of expression. The
heart and sole behind this glorious form of art. My tattoos tell my life story. Others may
express their background or religion. Faith and hope. It’s everything that accompanies
us with life.
People don’t influence your life unless you allow them to. The way your family brings
you up and the friends you accompany yourself by. Through the actions in my life I
have never lost my path of individuality. I thrive to be myself. The tattoos I establish
onto my body define who I am. The untamed beast and a believer in hope. The
follower of passion and life experiences. To grow and always remember. My tattoos
remind me who I was and still am. I have found my passion in self expression enjoying
every minute of it. The stories and events I tell revealing the real reason I wear my
tattoos with such glory, never thinking I could feel so complete. I’m proud of whom I
am and the tattoos that tell my story. For now I am on my path, my life and there’s no
curiosity in my mind to look back.
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